You know that feeling? It's not deja vu, you swear it's real, not a brainchem fork, you're sure you hear that thing but you heard something just like it some while ago. That's what it is, it's a throughline.
Drink tabasco and you don't notice the air at all.
Black music from 1926 to 2013.
I don't mind it when YOU say it.
I mean, literally d00d.
Prog rocks the seafloor door.
A word to the unwise.
During this time, the US military was the largest exporter of American records.
"Now it's dark." -- Frank Booth
Thanks for killing my radio star, dooshy.
All indulgence is self.
